we’d be swallowed out
there, thirsty prospector lips
stuck to sand whipped tongue
Palo Verde
Long arms scratch spring sky,
Dry, irritated. Brief rain
Taints fingers yellow.
Dry Waterfall
vultures circle high
above rock lips once kissed smooth
by water long gone
Jackrabbit Homestead
I’m Desert Acres:
close up I’m all smoke tree. From
far away, I’m clear.
Pilgrimage
Mormon Rocks, Joshua Tree,
Mormon Tea. Settlers
name you, then they leave
Mt. San Jacinto from Whitewater
clouds nibble white peaks
cows nip green desert fringe
water flows from brown thighs
Gated Community
old man planted trees
oranges, lemons, date palms
the well is dry now
Lavender Pit is
the name of this copper-gut gash
fortunes were born here
Washboard Road
love at 45
Bastard Hill, harder to climb
I miss the wide views
Tahquitz Peak
alone, mountain top
8,000 feet and waiting
for a thunderstorm
Soda Lake Bed
old age, feathers bright
dry lakebed molts deep blue wings,
water lifts to sky
Roadrunner
scattering feathers
in quick dash across dirt road,
bird invisible
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